We got the ‘you’re going to die but enjoy the bikes in the meantime’ lecture from my inlaws. The funny thing is they had a motorcycle as their only transportation for years when they were teens. And rode in nothing but shortts and tee shirts. And may not have worn helmets. And lived to tell about it. But somehow we’re doomed. Whatever.
Edited to say: not everyone who rides a motorcycle ends up as roadkill. In fact, the only person I know who was seriously injured in a motorcycle accident turned left in front of a 1980 Cadillac. He was on the wrong end of that fight for sure, but completely in the wrong.